Episode: 13

The day was thick with anticipation. The night before had been a whirlwind of feelings, and I couldn't shake the memory of Robert's touch, his whispered words, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through me.

As I walked through the college gates, my heart raced in my chest. My outfit was simple yet intentional—a fitted white blouse paired with high-waisted jeans that hugged my curves just right. I had spent too long this morning debating whether I was overthinking it. Was I dressing for him?

My thoughts were interrupted when I spotted him near the basketball court. Robert leaned against the railings, arms crossed, his hair a bit tousled, as if he hadn't bothered to comb it but still looked effortlessly perfect.

Our eyes locked. His smirk turned into a grin, and he pushed off the railing, approaching me with a slow, deliberate pace. Each step he took sent a thrill through my nerves.

"Morning, Amy," he said, his voice low and teasing.

"Morning," I replied, my voice softer than I meant it to be.

He leaned in a bit closer, just enough for me to catch the faint scent of his cologne. "You look… stunning today," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that made my cheeks heat up.

"It's just a normal day," I mumbled, looking away to downplay my efforts.

"Not to me," he said, his tone gentle but filled with significance.

Before I could respond, he slid his hand lightly down my arm, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting moment. The touch sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm stealing you for a bit," he said suddenly, his tone playful yet firm.

"What?" I asked, taken aback.

He nodded toward the empty hallway leading to the back stairwell. "Come on."

Reluctantly—or maybe not so reluctantly—I followed him. We stopped at the stairwell landing, where the dim light from the window cast long shadows. He turned to face me, his eyes darker, more intense.

"Why do you keep running away from me?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

"I'm not," I replied, though my voice gave me away.

"You're always so guarded, always pretending you're not feeling what I know you are," he said, stepping closer.

His words hit hard. How could he see through my defenses so easily? They crumbled as he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"You drive me crazy," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

My breath caught as his fingers lingered on my cheek. His gaze was so intense that I felt completely exposed, as if he could read every thought racing through my mind.

"Robert…" I started, unsure of what I wanted to say.

But he silenced me with a finger pressed gently against my lips. "Let me finish."

He moved even closer, our bodies just inches apart. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured. "I know you feel it too. This connection between us."

My heart raced so loudly that I was certain he could hear it. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his eyes, which held something raw and powerful that made my knees weak.

"You think you can keep hiding from me," he continued, his voice a blend of frustration and longing. "But I see you, Amy. I see all of you."

His hand found its way to my waist, resting there lightly, almost as if he was giving me a chance to pull away. But I didn't. I couldn't.

The warmth of his hand seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt, and I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down my spine. He noticed, of course. Robert noticed everything.

"You're trembling," he said softly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Are you afraid of me, Amy?"

I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. "No… I'm not afraid."

"Good," he whispered, leaning in closer until our foreheads almost touched. "Because I could never hurt you."

His other hand brushed against my arm, trailing down until it found my hand. He intertwined our fingers, his touch both firm and gentle.

"This… whatever this is between us," he said, his voice almost breaking, "It's real, Amy. You can feel it, can't you?"

I nodded, struggling to find the right words.

"Say something," he urged, his gaze searching mine for a response.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I don't know what to say, Robert. This is all so…"

"Intense?" he suggested, a soft smile playing on his lips.

I nodded again. "Yes. Intense."

His thumb brushed against the back of my hand, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. "That's how it's meant to feel."

Before I could respond, he gently drew me closer. My chest pressed against his, and I could feel the rhythm of his breathing. The closeness was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I didn't want to pull away.

"You don't have to resist this," he murmured. "I won't rush you, Amy. But I need you to understand how much you mean to me."

I looked up at him, my heart aching at the sincerity in his voice. "You confuse me, Robert," I confessed. "You make me feel things I've never experienced before."

"That's not a bad thing," he replied softly, resting his forehead against mine and looking at my lips.

I felt his warm breath on my lips, inviting and close. My fingers tightened around his, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.

He leaned in, his lips barely grazing mine, and the sensation ignited a warmth within me. This kiss was different—softer, deeper, filled with an unspoken promise.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine. "I'll wait for you, Amy," he whispered. "As long as it takes."

I didn't know how to reply, so I simply nodded, my heart too full for words.

The silence that enveloped us was no longer tense but comforting, as if we had crossed an invisible threshold that brought us closer together.

I called him back, "Robert?"

He halted, slowly turning to face me. Our eyes locked, a silent question hanging between us. He didn't say a word but stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race.

"Try me," I said, my voice quivering with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

The words felt strange yet thrilling as they escaped my lips. It was the first time I had spoken with such openness, revealing my feelings in a way I never thought possible. I squeezed my eyes shut, too scared to see how he would react.

"What does that mean, Amy?" he asked gently, his tone both curious and warm.

I opened my eyes to meet his. The way he looked at me—his expression a blend of surprise, hope, and something deeper—gave me the strength to go on.

"You don't have to wait anymore, Robert," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.

His lips curled into a smirk, the kind that made my knees weak. He reached out, taking my hand in his with a gentle touch. "Come with me," he said, his voice a mix of authority and affection.

"Where?" I asked, unable to mask my curiosity.

"No questions asked, my lady," he replied, his tone playful yet resolute.

Hearing him call me "my lady" sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but smile, a shy, involuntary reaction that seemed to delight him.

He noticed, his smirk transforming into a full grin. "You've got to show more of that shyness from now on, dear," he teased.

"From now on?" I pondered. His words hinted at something more profound, a promise of a future filled with moments like this. My heart raced at the thought.

Before I could think it through, he led me to his car. "Get in," he said, holding the door open for me.

I climbed in without hesitation, swept up in the whirlwind of emotions and the thrill of what was happening. As he started the engine, I realized we were driving away from the college.

I glanced at him, his profile lit by the streetlights. He appeared calm and focused, but I could feel the tension in the air.

I didn't dare ask where we were headed. Part of me was content with the mystery; I wanted to savor the excitement of the unknown, of being with him.

He pulled into a familiar driveway—the secluded, ivy-covered building he had shown me before, his personal retreat.

He parked the car and turned to me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Without saying a word, he stepped out, came around to my side, and opened the door.

"Come on," he said, extending his hand.

I took his hand, allowing him to lead me inside. Once we were in, he closed the door behind us with a sense of urgency. Before I could utter a word, he turned to me and kissed me.

This kiss was unlike any we'd shared before. It was hungry, passionate, and all-consuming. He kissed me as if he wanted to express everything he felt, everything he couldn't articulate.

At first, his movements were quick and eager, his lips claiming mine with an intensity that made my head spin. But then, he slowed down, his kisses becoming softer, more intentional. His lips traveled from mine to my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

As his lips explored the curve of my neck, he began unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers deft and gentle. I didn't stop him; I couldn't. I was completely lost in the moment, intoxicated by his touch and the way he made me feel.

Once my shirt was undone, he kissed his way down to my collarbone, his lips lingering there as his hands slid to my back, pulling me closer. He lowered me gently onto the couch, his movements unhurried yet filled with purpose.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.

Robert whispered, "I'm taking off your bra," his voice imbued with a tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't respond; my body felt like it belonged to him. He gently slid the straps down my arms, his touch igniting a fire wherever his fingers brushed.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

He kissed my bare skin, his lips tracing a warm and passionate path across my collarbone and shoulders. My breath caught as his hands moved with careful precision, exploring the contours of my body as if he were memorizing every curve. He slowly took his hands towards my breast, kissing my boobs with his wet lips.

"Do you trust me?" he asked softly, locking his gaze with mine.

"Yes," I whispered, the word slipping out without a second thought.

He smiled, a blend of affection and desire lighting up his face. Gradually, he leaned down, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that felt deep and all-consuming. This time, it was different—more intimate, more real.

He started wetting my nipples with his tongue, sucking my nipples gently.

His hands found their way to my waist, holding me as if I might vanish. "You're mine, Amy," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl that sent a thrill through me.

"I'm yours," I confessed, my words trembling yet sincere.

Robert's hands continued their gentle exploration, gliding down my sides before returning to cradle my face. His eyes searched mine for a moment, as if asking for permission to go further. I nodded, unable to articulate my thoughts.